StevoBrine

My name is Lucas Syadgod. I am 12 years old. I had blue eyes and crazy blonde hair that was usually hidden under my lucky red hat. Most people say I was short for my age, but it didn't really faze me. I was on summer vacation which would've normally been great except that I was bored out of my mind! It was really sad. The only two kids my age went away for summer vacation and camp. My block is 90% adults. We do have a lot of stray dogs roaming around, but they are never interested in me. There is one creepy house at the end of the block. The house belongs to Mr. Cigam, he's 74 years old and he lives alone. He is never seen without a wooden s

~::April 23rd, 2012. ::~ In a vanilla box apartment in Chicago, a Mac screen all but exploded with FireFox windows and other programs. Most of them depicted various rare or unusual reptiles, but the topics ranged from memes to nature. iTunes was up, as usual. This computer was, of course, owned by the twenty-something young lady with tricolor hair named Kuro. J-pop blaring from the computer while its owner played Pokemon was hardly unusual.   Yet something was amiss. It had nothing to do with the mess of papers and trading cards that scattered themselves upon the desk.   Kuro looked at her Pokemon Black game. She had been pawing through her

The road grew darker as she pressed on, and the more she let her eyes wander among her surroundings, her feet began to tingle with a foreign aching. She had been running just over a mile, all uphill. She also noted that her shoes were not exactly designed for athletics, not to mention they were soaked from treading through a few puddles, and patches of wet grass. Her pace began to slow down, until she looked ahead and saw the building housing the park ranger’s station, with a smaller wing jutting out which resembled a gift shop or supplies station for hikers. Her mind surrendered to her heart and she was once again sprinting toward the

A New World: Chapter 6 By WYLD STALLYNZ o.O.o "!on si rewsna eht, em ot od uoy tahw erac t'nod I" The man shouted. "Stop talking backwards!" Lati replied, shaking the poor human again. "Gah, can someone teach me how to use 'Psychic' correctly?" "!wonk t'nod yllaer I !eromyna em ekahs t'nod esaelP" "Uh, what if he doesn't know, Dice?" Cassie asked, blinking at the the Latias, who was holding the human grunt high above the others. "Told you, just call me Lati from now on," Lati growled, looking away from her prisoner for a second. "And that's nonsense, everyone knows that a random grunt will always have highly secret information that sh

Asula and I spent the next hour pouring over the maps she had brought with her. I wasn’t being much help at first, alternating between clutching my friend’s capsules and caressing them, to attempting to listen to what she was talking about the map. Eventually, I was able to suppress the remnants of my friend’s cries for help and we slowly stitched the map fragments, piece by piece, into a larger one that detailed the surrounding area and beyond. As we looked at our finished work, I couldn’t help but feel doubt as it didn’t seem big enough to encompass a whole dimension. Then again, the Pokémon world seemed f

The only statement that stood out for me was the last , 'Unless you do something.'. Still tying to be compassionate (Which was new to me) I walked up to him. "What does unless we do something mean?" I asked. Azelf looked me in the eye, his tears gone but expression still very stern "You need to gain access to the Elite Four's secret chamber." he said getting right to the point. "There is an artifact there, an artifact that will tell us how to heal Arceus." Spark spoke up "The Elite Four? Are you kidding me? Arceus is dying and you guys are relying on us?" He crossed his arms "We haven't even fought the first gym leader." "Yes we know" repl